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Emma didn’t know if she was walking or floating.

All she knew was that Adrian was leading her—hand on her lower back, guiding her down the quiet hallway of his apartment.

Every step made her more aware of her body, of the tension coiling low in her stomach, of the way his presence filled every inch of space around her.

When they reached his room, Adrian stopped.

The silence was suffocating.

“Do you know why we are here?” he asked finally, voice low but painfully calm.

Emma’s throat tightened. “To… remind me?”

“To finish,” he corrected. His steps were slow as he moved closer, until her back met the wall behind her.

“To take you past the point you have been hovering at. To push you where you are scared to go on your own. To make it clear what you want.”

His fingers brushed her jaw.

“And who you want.”

Emma’s breath hitched.

“I want you.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying her.

“And do you trust me to take you apart?”

Her heart slammed harder.

“Yes… Daddy.”

Adrian ran his thumb across her lips, pressing until her mouth parted for him.

“That is my good girl.

And now you are going to let me break you open properly.”

Her knees almost buckled.

He caught her chin, steadying her.

“Everything tonight is deliberate,” he said. “Nothing by accident. Nothing you don’t crave. Nothing you won’t beg me for by the end.”

He leaned in, lips barely brushing hers.

“You are done pretending you can handle this lightly.”

Emma gulped down. “I am not pretending.”

“Exactly.” His voice dropped even lower.

“So tonight, little girl, you give me everything. No hesitation. No half-measures. No pulling back.”

He stepped back just enough to look at her fully.

“Take off your clothes. All of them. Then kneel.”

Emma’s pulse roared in her ears, but she obeyed—trembling, wanting him more than she wanted air. When she sank to her knees, Adrian let out a slow exhale.

“That is it,” he murmured. “That is my girl.”

He walked around her. “When I touch you,” he said, “you don’t hide what you feel. When I tell you to speak, you speak. When I tell you to beg, you beg.”

Emma nodded shakily.

“Good.” He brushed her hair off her shoulders.

“Now let me have you the way I have been thinking about since the second I met you.”

Adrian circled her once more. When he stopped behind her, his hands settled on her shoulders.

“Eyes forward. Hands on your thighs. Don’t move until I tell you.”

Emma’s breath came in shallow sips. The room was silent except for the low thud of her heartbeat in her ears.

He left her there, kneeling, naked, exposed, while he undressed. She heard every sound… the soft clink of his cufflinks on the nightstand, the sound of cotton sliding over muscle, the metallic rasp of his zipper. When he stepped back into her line of sight, he was gloriously bare, cock thick and flushed, already leaking at the tip.

He cupped her jaw, tilting her face up.

“Open.”

She parted her lips instantly. He fed himself into her mouth with no hesitation, one hand fisted in her hair, guiding her forward until her nose pressed against his abdomen. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t fight. She took him deeper, throat fluttering around the intrusion, saliva spilling over her chin.

“That is it,” he growled. “Choke on what owns you.”

He used her mouth slowly at first, then faster, hips rocking, fucking her face with controlled violence until she was dizzy and dripping onto the hardwood beneath her knees. Only when her whimpers turned desperate did he pull free.

Adrian hauled her up by the hair and threw her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach, gasping. Before she could scramble, his weight pinned her down, chest to her back, one arm banding across her chest.

“Spread your legs.”

She did, trembling. He kicked them wider, then nudged the head of his cock against her soaked entrance.

“No warm-up tonight, little girl. You take all of me for the first time.”

One brutal thrust and he was seated to the hilt. Emma screamed into the mattress, the stretch burning, perfect, overwhelming. He didn’t pause. He pulled back and slammed in again with a rhythm that drove the air from her lungs with every stroke.

His hand snaked beneath her, fingers finding her clit, rubbing hard, merciless circles.

“Cum,” he ordered against her ear. “Cum while I split you open.”

She shattered instantly, body convulsing, walls clamping down so hard he cursed. But he didn’t slow down. He fucked her through it, dragging the orgasm out until she was sobbing, begging, babbling broken pleas of Daddy, please, too much, don’t stop.

He flipped her onto her back without pulling out, hooking her knees over his elbows and folding her nearly in half. The new angle let him go deeper, harder. His eyes locked on hers, fierce and unyielding.

“Look at me when you break.”

Tears streamed down her temples as the second climax coiled tight and vicious. He leaned down, teeth grazing the tender spot just beneath her ear, then bit down. The sharp pain snapped something inside her. Emma screamed his name, back bowing off the bed, pussy spasming wildly around him as she came undone completely, raw and exposed and his.

Adrian snarled against the fresh mark. He drove into her one last time, deeper than ever, and came with a roar, flooding her, hips jerking as he emptied himself in thick, pulsing waves. He stayed buried, grinding against her cervix, making sure every drop stayed inside.

He didn’t move off her. He lowered his weight, caging her beneath him, mouth brushing the dark, perfect bruise blooming on her neck.

“Feel that?” he rasped, voice wrecked. “That is my mark on your skin and my cum in your cunt. You are branded inside and out.”

Emma could only whimper, tears still leaking from the corners of her eyes.

He kissed the bruise, then each tear track on her cheeks.

“Say it,” he commanded softly.

Through shaking breaths, she managed, “I am yours, Daddy. Completely yours.”

Adrian’s arms tightened around her, possessive and protective at once.

“Yes, baby. You are. And you always will be.”

When Emma’s body had stopped shaking, Adrian pulled her firmly into his chest.

She didn’t even have the strength to protest.

Not that she wanted to.

His hand slid up her spine slowly.

“You held nothing back,” he murmured.

Emma’s voice was barely a whisper.

“You said to give everything.”

“And you did.”

His tone softened in a way she had never heard from him.

“I am proud of you.”

Adrian pressed a slow kiss to her temple.

“You belong here,” he said quietly. “With me.”

Emma felt her chest tighten.

“Say it,” he murmured. “Tell me.”

She looked up at him, exhausted, raw, undone.

“I am yours, Daddy.”

Adrian’s expression darkened with satisfaction

“Yes,” he whispered against her mouth.

“You always were.”